Doris Deer Novels & Stories

My cheeks burned with shame, yet my traitor pussy throbbed and leaked down my inner thighs. Victor walked around me slowly, his voice booming across the clearing. “Tonight we formally inducted Doris, the shy little wallflower who wandered into our woods, as a woman of Winchester Forest. Her body now belongs to the forest. Her holes are ours to use. Her womb is ours to breed.” The pack roared in approval. Victor turned to me, silver eyes burning. “On your back, Doris. Legs spread wide. Show them how wet you get for your new Lord.”

She's wearing a stylish, designer denim jacket paired with a white t-shirt and jeans. Doris has a knack for making even casual clothes look elegant. She carries herself with such grace that she could be mistaken for a runway model, no matter what she's wearing. I greet Mom and Aunt Claire before I turn my attention to Doris. “Looking great, as always, Doris,” I say, my smile broadening. “Sorry, I had to leave early last night. Had to check up on Serena.” Mom rolls her eyes when I mention Serena. "She just had to make a scene," she remarks with clear disapproval.

he repeated. “Yes. Doris Snow. Pleased to meet you.” She didn’t offer her hand, only patted the shoulder of his black coat. Then, Doris returned her attention to Pooch, patting his head. “You’re a sweet boy, yes you are!” she doted. Pooch barked, a high pitched, almost yap that grated slightly on Brady’s ears, or maybe it was the fact that he disagreed with her assessment that had him irritated. “See you later, Brady Rogers.” She gave him another friendly smile and then headed in the opposite direction of where Brady had left his truck, toward another stretch of shops and stores. In the distance, Brady saw a sign that read, “Hair Port,” and imagined that was the salon Doris was expected at.

Weight: 28 to 34 kilograms Color and appearance: The Dorcas is an even-toed ungulate with black fur, which is set off in the face with a blue mask. Size and shape are almost identical to a Capreolus (deer). The protruding back crest serves as a distinguishing mark in this breed, the ends of which also turn blue during the mating season. The male descendants of this species have three-ended antlers equipped with poison glands. The ears can be turned in all directions. Character: Curious and out and about both individually and in groups of several animals.

Nearby, I smelt a forest animal and settled next to Jade who was behind a log hiding. I looked at the form and there was a pine deer grazing. It looked up and around as if sensing us. Jade jumped out first and got it by the neck. It squirmed and bleated for help but with one snap of its neck, it went quiet. Blood dripped from Jade’s mouth as he returned to me with the deer in his mouth. He put it before me and seemed to be gesturing for me to eat it. Never in my life has a dead animal looked so delicious. I let Domino eat it and she offered some to Jade.

The doe collapsed, paralyzed. Claire got up and stared into the dying deer’s eyes. She had never seen an animal die. People, yes. Many people. But never an animal. The deer screamed, scaring some birds away while attracting others. But she was not dying. Claire cocked her head, calm, violet eyes staring the deer’s crazed, brown eyes. “Why are you still trying to live?” she asked her.

Doris is only able to assist Riffen in being more peaceful now that their stance is incredibly friendly; nevertheless, she is unaware that Riffen has transitioned from being a person to an animal. Riffen immediately shook his head, he didn't think much but directly kissed Doris, he kissed him passionately like a child who hasn't been fed for a long time, and then immediately took off Doris's shirt quickly. After that, Riffen shook his head again. Riffen's motions were too swift and too deadly for anyone to understand why their clothing vanished so suddenly from their bodies. No one understands why. Doris was mortified to realize that she was down to her last pair of pants at this moment, so

She might be more inclined to her people - other werewolves- but he should fault her for it, He sighed. He spotted his men around a small bonfire, seated and chatting. The men adjusted, making space for him and Joram to join them. "What is this celebration for?" Joram asked as he made himself comfortable. The men chuckled. There was a whole deer roasting slowly over the fire. Its fat was sizzling as it dropped into the fire. Darius reached and tore out a large chunk of meat, handing it to Joram and Alek. "Mandir's hunting skill paid off this evening." He said, smiling.

Beta Loras was the first to come back to the tent with two deer which he caught, Prince Falkor came next with an antelope and deer, Lady Gaia came back with a deer and birds, the Luna with an antelope and squirrel and finally the Alpha with a big raccoon and rabbits “Where is the second Prince?” the alpha asked looking around “Judging by the way he’s not yet back, he must still be looking for games in the forest” Prince Falkor remarked with a smirk

The very thought has me contemplating how Stefan and Gorjon manage to build such a cabin. "Where is your brother?" I asked. Stefan did not have time to answer as Gorjon made his presence known. He shoulder open the old worn out wooden door and dragged in a dead baby deer. If I had eaten breakfast already I would have certainly thrown up all of it. I looked closely as he dragged it in, barely able to until Stefan ran over to help him. The deer was strange, black, eyes white and scary looking. But what made it all the more strange was the wings on its back.